the funeral

music not playing

tears ever flowing

dark gloomy skies

"why must you die?"

sleep in your narrow box

but never to awake 

"why must you leave us?"

we must move on

since you're gone 

and you will be in the unknown

soon, we will meet again

when my time comes to an end.

 

 

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